For a year, I've been obsessed with Akari, a sickly-cute underground idol. Thanks to my passionate support, I finally got my dream: a private photo shoot with her. Being alone together in the studio feels incredibly erotic. Every time I point the camera, she flashes me—close-ups of her cleavage, up-skirt shots from a low angle. Is she deliberately teasing me? Akari's irresistible charm and bold poses make my heart race. When she gets on all fours, her plump, shaved pussy on display, I can't focus on shooting anymore. Unable to resist, I reach out and touch her ass. She whispers, "Getting turned on? Since you always support me, today you can do whatever you want with Akari..." and just like that, we go from fan to lover. Having sex with my beloved idol feels like a dream come true. Akari grows even more aggressive: "Your cock looks so uncomfortable... I'll make you feel good—just for you." She intensifies her seduction, moaning passionately as I thrust inside her, whispering, "If you don't love me, I'll die... Promise you'll only ever look at me. I love you so much." Falling deep into Akari's yandere trap, I'm completely hooked. I'll buy ten thousand CDs just for her...